"Chapter One. He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion.” Uh, no, make that: “He-he … romanticized it all out of proportion.” Yeah. “To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black-and-white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.” Uh, no let me start this over…. ”Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.” I love this. "New York was his town, and it always would be."